Karla got up earlier than normal, in hopes that her anxiety and fear would continue slumbering in the warmth she left behind for them in her bed. But, just as she feared, they too awoke, and followed her into the kitchen.

She stopped at the counter, and wiped the tears from her face. She did not think she could handle another day of tormnet. As she poured her tea, she wrestled with the bottle of valium sitting next to her cup.

As dawn faded and the morning dew lifted, it was clear she was going to struggle yet another day. For as sure as the sun rose, so did her dread. She felt it rising in her chest, like bile it burned, pushing her panic button. It was a full blown attack; the fear caused her to shake, gasping for air, she felt as if her life supply was being cut off.

She staggered into the living room and got her cell phone and dialed her mother.

“Mom, it’s happening again today. I just don’t know how much more of this I can take.” She cried out.

“Oh, dear I am so sorry, is there anything I can do?”

“Yes, mom, please pray for me. If I lose another day at work they will fire me. I’ve already called in sick three days this week and all of last week.” Just saying the words triggered more panic. “Mom, I’ve got to go now.”

She went back in the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of valium. She took the bottle along with her Bible and opened the front door. The heat of the hot summer morning was rising quickly, and she found a shady spot on the stoop to sit. She sat for awhile and then she put her head into her hands and prayed.

“Heavenly Father, I come to you today, asking you, no begging you to help me. I love you, I trust you, and I believe you when you say you hear my prayers. I need your help; I cannot do this all by myself. I need to go to work, but the panic is so real and so terrifying. Lord, take away my fear, replace it with Your peace. In Jesus name I pray, Amen.”

She picked up her Bible, and it opened to Proverbs. She read the first verse she saw. Her eyes flew open in disbelief. God was actually telling her what to do. She wrote down the verse and immediately got up, went into the house threw her valiums in the drain and dressed for work.

On the way to work she called her mother.

“Mom, you won’t believe this, but I am going to work, in fact I am driving there right now. God answered my prayers, the panic is gone, and the fear and dread are no more. All I have is peace, Mom, His peace.”

As she pulled into the parking lot she told her mother word for word the verse and told her to read, Proverbs 25:13.

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thank you a good descriptive start that drew me into the story. I liked your description of the anxiety and panic that the MC was experincing and how the Holy spirit spoke to her through the bible. I think that the last part was unecessary as the story seemed to fininsh nicely before the break and dotted lines

I liked the way the MC's mom was her prayer warrior. My mom is for me and I am for my daughters. The enemy will attack us in our professional lives just as he will our spiritual lives. Those prayers give us a pyramid of protection. Good job.

Your story drew me in and I hooked. I loved it and the interaction with the mother was fantastic. My mother was my prayer warrior and we talked about everything. Thank you so much for this true to life story.

The beginning is well-written and an accurate description of anxiety and despair. The second half seemed to take away from the emotion and joy. Maybe some reworking and this piece will certainly minister to others.